It was quiet disturbing for every student who witnessed the wrecked condition of the red headed boy, of the school bully. Watching him cry like that was new for the students, they have always seen him angry, always seen him a powerful being, but watching him crying like that was not what they imagined. Specially for Miles. Lucas has been his worst nightmare. Never have he ever thought that Lucas would crumble down like this, that he will see this side of Lucas. It's been a whole day, but Miles couldn't muster up the power to forget what happened in the gym yesterday. Lucas didn't go home yesterday. He don't know where was he but when he went back home he saw Christopher leaving the house and telling him the he should lock the door properly, and that it might get late for him to come back so Miles should make himself something to eat. And then when he woke up today, he didn't see Christopher at home. That means where ever he went, it was quiet far from here. And while leaving f
"Luca." He whispered softly. It's been almost a day and Lucas is still so out of his shape. Lucas was not conscious. He was, but it was for such short time, he just went unconscious again. Since yesterday, he didn't wake up. Christopher went to collect the dead body. He saw how badly the wrists were slashed. That proved that it wasn't the first time Volkov tried to kill himself. He came back at 1 am at night. He didn't come back home; he knew Lucas is at Moura’s, so he went there. The funeral was held last at night, the bodies condition was not to be kept for morning. At the funeral hall, Lucas was in so bad condition that he couldn't even stand up without a shoulder to support him. "This man here, Alexander Volkov, is my father, used to be my father. He was a bad father, very bad father. He didn't know how to give his love, how to show that he loves someone. He was never successful in showing me how much he loved me. And i hate him. I've hated him throughout my whole life
"Sara." A boy called earning a glare from the librarian. And the glare was followed by an annoyed voice. "It's a library, if you want to shout, shout outside." Said the old woman and got back to putting stamp over the stack of books that students just returned. "Sorry." Said the boy and walked to the familiar figure of girl who is already looking at him as soon as he called her name. "Sara." "What happened Alan?" Asked the girl in a whisper. The boy stood beside her and looked at her face and stopped his gaze over his forehead that had wrinkles, more like tense layer of skin showing that she was worried. "You are friend with Miles, right? That farm boy?" Said Alan and looked for the change in expressions over the girl's face. "Yup, i am." She smiled. Her smile put an extra burden over the words that were to be leave from boy's mouth. "Well, you see......Miles was.....he was found—-" "What is it, Alan? You are scaring me." She closed the book and diverted her whole focus t
"Sara." Called a boy's voice making the girl turn to see who is it. "What do you want?" She glared as soon as her eyes landed on the boy, Willie. "I know you are angry with me, but at least tell me what did i do?" He asked stepping close to her. She didn't even give him a glance and turned back to face the door of the restroom. "A-Are you waiting for someone?" "None of your business." She replied without looking at him. She was furious and it was clear from her tone of voice. "At least tell me what did i do to make you angry. You are Miles's friend, and I don't want his friends to be angry with me....... I don't want him to think anything bad about me." Willie said it out loud. "You are fucking bastards......all of you are so selfish. What do you think I don't know the game you are playing with him. I know it very well. I know it all too well." She turned and gripped his collar. "I'm not playing any game. I just want him to be my friend." Willie replied honestly. "Oh, you
"You do realise that what you did is wrong, Mortin." Whisper yelled the younger boy to the other. "I know." Mortin repeated. "He didn't do anything to deserve this. If any....even a single student reported you and your gang, you guys are finished." Said the younger one again. "No one will stand against Josh. Our whole class fears him." Mortin said not making eye contact. "Not everyone is afraid of him." The younger broke up to him. "They do, they just don't show it." Replied Mortin. "Keep repeating it" the younger chuckled. "Don't get involved in it, Alan. It'll only get dirtier." Mortin for the first time looked in younger boy's eyes. "If it's bad that i have to step in to keep my brother safe." Said Alan looking deep into the elder boy's eyes. "It's my job to keep you safe, not yours. Just focus on your study and......and stay away from such stuff." Mortin tried to slap some sense in him. "Are you sure doing that will keep me out of trouble? That I won't get bulli
Lucas saw Moura standing just beside the door of the library and aimed to open the door. He slowly opened the door and stood close to his friend who was using his friend but occasionally lifted his eyes to see a certain someone. "Hey." "Wuh. What the fuck." Moura jumped putting a hand on his heart. "Dude, you just.... Scared the shit out of me." "Oh, your face Moah." Lucas laughed looking at the scared expressions of Moura. "Fuck you, when did you get in here?" "Just now, when you were busy with your phone. Where's your boyfie? Wasn't he with you?" Lucas asked. "I don't know he just ran away without telling me anything. Just said i had something to do and ran away." He told him locking his phone and putting it back in his pocket. "Huh? That's totally not like Willie." Lucas said. "Agreed." "By the way, he is with Sara. Might be here anytime now." Lucas told him. "Sara? Who?" "Miles's friend, Sara." He said and his eyes moved back to the blond who was still turnin
It was a dark day, dark clouds surrounding the dim sky of the evening, making the whole environment more and more dangerous. In that weather, a small 9 year old was sitting beside the window, holding the bars of it like his life depends on it. His mind was still stuck, what happened few hours ago has shaken him to the core. "Lucas, I won't let anyone hurt you either." His heartbeat fastened. He killed a person, the generous male just got killed because Lucas asked him to protect him. He made him stand up to his father. "Uncle, Luccie is sorry. I didn't know.......I'm sorry." Lucas cried silently. If only he had stayed in his room, Paul would've been alive, and he wouldn't have been staying here alone. It felt like the sky was also sad on poor boy's miseries. The cloud roared angrily at his sorrows. It felt like the small amount of anger Lucas had his heart. Lucas flinched when the thunder roared. He didn't let go of the bars as there was nothing else to hold on to. The room
Lucas woke up with a jerk. His heavy breathing and sweaty face were the proof of how traumatic his past has been. It's very common for him to have such dreams. He was gritting his teeth tightly, his jaw clenched so hard that he felt his teeth might break. It's so fucking hurting that he has to live all that time over and over again. Placing a hand at his racing heart, he wiped the sweat but why is his eyes stinging? And just then a drop of water fell over the back of his palm. "How many times do i have to bear the torment?" He whispered to himself. He was angry at his body who reacts the exact same way every time that happens. He wiped his eyes harshly and turned to see the time. 2:45 am. There's nothing he can do about it. It's so early to wake up or do anything. He wished to lie down and sleep again but he was troubled sleeping, making a wish he closes his eyes again and he was lucky that he fell asleep. ~~~~~~